Again the girl looked quickly into his eyes and again in her mind

rose the question that had hovered there once before. Was he indeed,

after all, quite sane?

"Then please come with me the safest way to my father's," she urged.

"He will know what is best to do."

"He cannot make me shave," insisted Barney.

"Why do you wish not to shave?" asked the girl.

"It is a matter of my honor," he replied. "I had my choice of

wearing a green wastebasket bonnet trimmed with red roses for six

months, or a beard for twelve. If I shave off the beard before the

fifth of November I shall be without honor in the sight of all men

or else I shall have to wear the green bonnet. The beard is bad

enough, but the bonnet--ugh!"

Emma von der Tann was now quite assured that the poor fellow was

indeed quite demented, but she had seen no indications of violence

as yet, though when that too might develop there was no telling.

However, he was to her Leopold of Lutha, and her father's house had

been loyal to him or his ancestors for three hundred years.

If she must sacrifice her life in the attempt, nevertheless still

must she do all within her power to save her king from recapture and

to lead him in safety to the castle upon the Tann.

"Come," she said; "we waste time here. Let us make haste, for the

way is long. At best we cannot reach Tann by dark."

"I will do anything you wish," replied Barney, "but I shall never

forgive myself for having caused you the long and tedious journey

that lies before us. It would be perfectly safe to go to the nearest

town and secure a rig."

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